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except you, jesse james

I love watching that Monster Garage show on Discovery Channel. There are some things that are kind of dumb about it, but the show is built around breaking cars and then welding shit onto them, and those are two things I like a lot.

This week They had that Jesse James fella from West Coast Choppers motorcycle custom shop take a Porsche 944 and turn it into a golf ball collector/gunship. It scooped up golf balls and then fired them back at the golfers out of a gun battery located under a gullwing door.

So they gullwing one of the doors, which is mighty cool, but throughout the show the announcer keeps saying PORSH. It's PORsha. Two syllables. How hard is it to understand? Words are spelled one way and sound another sometimes.

Anyway, above and beyond my seething hatred for people who cannot pronounce "Porsche", and above and beyond the fact that the 944 is only slightly less distasteful to me than a 912, they did some neat stuff with it. They replaced all the glass with steel mesh like a real golf ball picker upper thing, and painted the whole affair black with a pretty slick flamejob.

So, they get in this thing and go hauling ass around a golf course picking up golf balls. Then James, who is at the wheel, begins taunting the golfers at the range. They take aim, and start trying to hit the car with their swings.

"COME ON YOU SISSIES" James calls over the bullhorn, missed shots bouncing around him, "MY MOTHER CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT"

CLANG goes a golfball off the side of the car.

"EXCEPT YOU" he shouts.

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